Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,43
of me.
I reach down and send my own fingers on a search-and-find mission, tracing the muscles of his abdomen. They’re tight and defined and covered with the sexiest dusting of hair. “This is so sexy,” I say hoarsely, looking up at him.
He smiles, his eyes hazy with lust. “I’m a bit hairy. I used to wax it, but I don’t bother anymore.”
“I like it,” I say, tracing my fingers over his nipples and watching him shudder. “Sensitive?” I ask. He nods, and I smile. “Me too. We’re twins.”
“Thankfully not, or this would be an entirely different story,” he says wryly and smiles when I laugh. He lowers his head and licks my nipple delicately, and my laughter abruptly dies. A hot sizzle runs through my groin, an ache catching and flaring low in my belly.
“Oh, God, yes. Keep going.” He grins wickedly and then he twists and bites my nipple. I cry out and open my legs, twining them around his narrow hips and humping at him.
The banging on the door doesn’t quite register at first, but when my brother shouts, “Are you coming to breakfast?” Jack groans and flops down to the side of me.
“We’ll be down in a bit,” I shout. “Fucking cockblocker,” I whisper bitterly.
Jack pushes his palm down on his cock, trying to calm himself.
He turns and wraps his arms around me. At first, I think he’s opting to carry on, but then I realise he’s hugging me. It’s sweet and gentle, and I relax into him, giving him the weight of my body.
“Sorry my brother was born,” I offer.
He chuckles. “No, you’re not.”
“Okay, no, I’m not, but I’m very close this morning,” I warn him.
He kisses the top of my head, nuzzling in amongst the waves and inhaling. “There’s plenty of time.”
“Is there?” I say softly.
He nudges my chin, so he can look into my eyes. “Yes, there is,” he says firmly.
I can’t repress my smile and snuggle into him. “I’m surprised Freddy didn’t tell Tom last night,” I say idly and then want to kick myself. The last thing Jack needs reminding of is my brother, who definitely won’t approve of him fucking me.
He shakes his head. “Freddy wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t push into things, but he’s noted it, and he’ll be expecting me to do the right thing.”
“The right thing? I’m not Doris Day.”
“Obviously not. She’d have been a lot less messy.”
I pinch him, and he laughs.
“What is the right thing?” I ask, my heart pounding. “I hope it includes fucking.” His eyes flare, and I swallow hard. “I bet it doesn’t. The right thing to do always seems terribly boring. Like never being late to work and picking your clothes up off the floor.”
His phone chimes before he can respond. Grimacing, he says, “That’s one of the others wondering where we are. Let’s talk about this later.”
I stand up, eying him worriedly, and he catches my hand. “Don’t worry,” he says.
I nod, comforted by the genuine reassurance in his voice. I’ve heard this tone from him for most of my life. Jack’s honesty never fails to settle me.
“Okay, we have to get breakfast anyway.”
“I never knew you were so fond of breakfast.”
“I am when it costs as much as this one does. If I were dead, I’d still turn up so as to waste Tom’s money.”
We ride down in the lift together, standing a decorous distance apart. It doesn’t matter. There is now a link between us that’s so hot and real, I’d cry out if I touched it.
He leans against the lift’s mirrored wall, and his eyes darken. He abruptly reaches for me, but the lift dings, and the doors open into the lobby.
His arm drops, and he inhales an unsteady breath before we step out and make our way to the restaurant. His hand rests at the base of my back as we walk. It’s a warm presence unseen by anyone, but it makes my spine feel shivery. His hand falls away as we enter the breakfast room and he stops in his tracks. Alongside our friends at a large table, is Steven.
“What on earth is he doing here?” Jack says incredulously.
I rest my hand on his waist in a comforting gesture. “Maybe the same as yesterday?”
“He never listens to me.”
I snort. “I’m surprised you didn’t look like Gary Busey after a year with all the stress.”
He shakes his head. “There were times I felt like it.” He breathes in. “He promised to be on his best behaviour with